Testo Eleven Eight (Solitarily Yours) Those Who Wait
Smoke, she dances from inside meNot as charming as we used to be
Can't help thinkin' the world looks smaller
Am I taller or farther away
Words were spoken soft as feathers
Tied together with a piece of string
Can't help thinkin' about dying
I hope I look beautiful with wings
We stop breathin'
long enough so we can hear the words under our breath
We were thinkin'
stolen moments can be time well spent
There Solitarily Yours
Smoke, she dances from inside me
Slowly falling apart at the seams
I held my breath with both my hands
Broke nails tryin' to get a grip on things
